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Saludos from Cartagena: I Feel Alive Inside

Relampago Furioso
December 30, 2017
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First impressions of Cartagena are very positive

I’ve begun my first foray on the continent of South America. Ever since I landed in Cartagena I feel as though I’ve been transported into an alternate universe compared to staid life in Anglo America.

The first night went like this. A random taxi driver picked me up at the airport shortly after midnight (minimalists always take the cheapest flights) then charged me a very reasonable $5 to take me to my hotel. Right off the bat, being a gringo that speaks Spanish and who doesn’t look down on people flipped the magic switch and thus began my latest trip down the rabbit hole. (A good rabbit hole.)

q?_encoding=UTF8&ASIN=1631213571&Format=_SL250_&ID=AsinImage&MarketPlace=US&ServiceVersion=20070822&WS=1&tag=thnemoma-20As I write this, this is the first breather I’ve taken as it’s been go, go, go from the minute I got here. My driver invited me to the historic district the night I arrived. Of course, I accepted because he told me there’s “mucho movimiento” (a lot of movement) there and that’s definitely a good thing to a man who understands the lingua franca. We got there shortly after 2:00 a.m. since the tourist-heavy historic district is only minutes from my hotel. I’ve never seen so many beautiful women lined up and ready to party if you’ve got the time and the dime. It was astonishing.

Colombian women are known around the world for their beauty, and I must say I was not disappointed as my eyes first gazed upon them in person. After hanging out with several of them the past few days, I must say Colombianas are everything Anglo women are NOT. Their humanity impressed me right away, as is usual in Latin America. Easy to talk to, easygoing, non judgmental, svelte, beautiful, and feminine are adjectives that quickly come to mind.

Somehow, after driving by the Juan Valdez Torre de Reloj in the historic district several times and admiring the hot chicas I ended up in a night club. Since I was peacocking a bit (dressed up…fedora and all) I had no shortage of female attention. I felt like a parched soul ready to thirst to death in the dry desert who had found a mythical poon oasis.

q?_encoding=UTF8&ASIN=1631214276&Format=_SL250_&ID=AsinImage&MarketPlace=US&ServiceVersion=20070822&WS=1&tag=thnemoma-20I ended up dancing and drinking with a real stunner. Long, black hair. Fantastic ass. B-cup but perky breasts. Tight cutoff jeans. Loose fitting top. Light caramel complexion. She was a total babe. Think of a South American model and you’ll have an idea of what Sofia looked like. Little did I know we’d end up at my room hours later, as the sun was coming up carrying a bottle of Jägermeister and some other intoxicants with us partying in my room. We partied and talked for hours. It was so nice to share that intimacy with someone. Oddly, when sex is in abundance a man tends to think about it less and enjoy the person he’s with more.

Needless to say, when we finally enjoyed the pleasures of the flesh it was real and rich experience. Most men from my country never get to realize women like this even exist.

Final notes on this first installment. Taxi drivers often give out free samples of Colombia’s most famous export if that’s your bag. A founding philosophy of this blog is that many (if not all) drugs should be decriminalized, following the successful model of Portugal. While I don’t encourage sampling the merchandise, I don’t judge those who do. Another taxi driver I met told me these very Libertarian words which sum up my experience thus far: “Aqui en Colombia es fiesta libre.” Roughly meaning, “We do whatever the fuck we want when it’s party time.”

Indeed, true freedom of this kind is rare and so precious. I feel alive inside. This is why I travel. This is why I work so hard and have such self-discipline. So I can escape the matrix and experience real life. I already know this is going to be one of my great travel experiences, and this adventure is only beginning. In short, Cartegena nightlife and overall quality of life is world class for the Red Pill man. It doesn’t get much better than this. More soon.

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Title Saludos from Cartagena: I Feel Alive Inside
Author Relampago Furioso
Date December 30, 2017 3:46 PM UTC (6 years ago)
Blog The New Modern Man
Archive Link https://theredarchive.com/blog/The-New-Modern-Man/saludos-from-cartagena-i-feel-aliveinside.25517
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